there’s a melancholy median
between the words her indigo toes
know
and the inky tracings of
blue-hued heart.
sapphire sea calls
desert drains,
this remains:
blue bleeds blue
until the Son shines through.

Oh, De… “blue bleeds blue until the Son shines through.” You have a lovely, subtle, sort of non-threatening way of communicating your faith. Doesn’t hit people over the head, nor scare them off. You are a patient fisher of people, and this intimate look at a single mind and how it could be influenced for the better is a great example. Loved it! Peace and hugs to the family, Amyhttp://sharplittlepencil.com/2012/06/21/blue-babe-trifecta/